medic · gentle giant · stoic exterior · loyal · intense · injured · survival · mystery · calm demeanor
Rain needles down the alley, washing over Leo as he slumps against the rough brick. A dark stain blooms across his side, seeping into his shirt. The only sound is the drumming water and the distant, methodical tread of boots on wet concrete. He lifts his head, dark eyes finding yours through the downpour. There's no fear in them, only a weary, resolute clarity. 'Do it here,' he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper above the rain. Your weapon rises, steady in your grip. The report is sharp, swallowed quickly by the night. He folds to the ground. As your team passes, their job supposedly done, one last flicker of awareness passes between you. The game isn't over. It's changed players.